In "Movin' Out," Twyla Tharp creates a dance to the music of time.Dec 30, 2002, Vol. 8, No. 16 • By JUDITH GELERNTER
WOULD YOU CONSIDER taking two hours to see a Broadway show filled with music by an aging pop star? Some of those who grew up with Billy Joel's songs, featured in this season's hit "Movin' Out" at the Richard Rodgers Theatre, disdain the show, thinking it little more than MTV outfitted for Broadway. Others, who have greater fondness for Joel, would gladly go to hear his music performed, even if not by Joel himself.
Others focus not on Billy Joel, but on the Broadway tradition, and some reviewers have criticized "Movin' Out" on account of its plot.
The wild life and times of America's latest ubiquitous pop culture presence: Jennifer Lopez.11:00 PM, Dec 16, 2002 • By MATT LABASH
WITH FLU SEASON UPON US, millions of Americans have rushed to their immunologists, hoping to avoid the cruel bite of the Moscow, New Caledonia, or Hong Kong strains of the influenza virus that are prevalent this year. But no matter the precautions, these doctors can do nothing to stave off the most insidious airborne pathogen to take root since the 1968 pandemic that claimed 34,000 American lives. For it is already here. And we have all suffered exposure. It is nothing less than the J. Lo virus.
Whether you call her Jen, Jenny, J, J.
A tour through the worst of Christmas music.Dec 23, 2002, Vol. 8, No. 15 • By MICHAEL LONG
THERE IS ONLY ONE GOOD REASON to hate Christmas music: treacle--the cloying sentimentality, molasses emotionalism, and gooey, faux-compassion. Easter songs are silly: Peter Cottontail comes hoppin' down the bunny trail, and ladies don Easter bonnets. The New Year's song "Auld Lang Syne" has license to be sickly sweet and dumb, as it is intended to be sung drunk.
Christianity may be struggling in the public square, but it's prospering in the public bazaar. Dec 16, 2002, Vol. 8, No. 14 • By STEPHEN BATES
CHRISTIAN MERCHANDISING TODAY has many mansions. Start with faith-on-your-sleeve fashion, such as the T-shirts promoting J.Christ instead of J. Crew, Fruit of the Spirit instead of Fruit of the Loom, Christ Supreme instead of Krispy Kreme. This "witness wear," a manufacturer's rep explains, evokes the familiar logo without quite crossing the line to trademark infringement--"We have lawyers."
A half-dozen companies produce Scripture-clad candy.
"8 Mile" wants to be the great rap movie of our time. No, that's not an oxymoron.11:00 PM, Nov 7, 2002 • By JONATHAN V. LAST
"8 MILE," the movie opening today starring rapper Eminem, is a series of curiosities stacked high: Can Eminem act? Why is acclaimed director Curtis Hanson helming this roman à clef? Why is "8 Mile" being touted as a serious movie?
Let's start with Eminem. It would seem that history is against him. When top 40 stars take to the cineplex, the results are normally disastrous: Mariah Carey, Vanilla Ice, Cyndi Lauper, Mick Jagger, Madonna, Britney Spears, the Spice Girls.
Giants, toasters, Bobos, crooked senators, and more.11:00 PM, Oct 27, 2002 • By
THE DAILY STANDARD welcomes letters to the editor. Letters will be edited for length and clarity and must include the writer's name, city, and state.
I have been frustrated by the great American toaster for several years (Larry Miller, You Gotta Have a Toaster, Right?). I have taken the cheap toaster route, I have taken the expensive toaster route. None of them last for more than six months. The great American toaster no longer exists.
A sign of hope at a punk-rock concert in Southern California.12:00 AM, Oct 7, 2002 • By LARRY MILLER
I have some good news for you. In fact, some great news. When I heard it, I laughed out loud (hooted, in fact), clapped my hands, closed my eyes, and felt a tingle all the way down to my toes, as if I had just swallowed a blast of whisky. Wait a minute, maybe it was a blast of whisky. No, that was later. Just then it was the good news.
But first some bad news: As of this writing, neither Al Gore nor Tom Daschle have been struck dumb. Worse, they are not only physically capable of speech, there are a hundred million Americans who get warm and giggly listening to them.
The failure of Chet Baker.Sep 23, 2002, Vol. 8, No. 02 • By STEPHEN SCHWARTZ
Deep in a Dream
The Long Night of Chet Baker
by James Gavin
Knopf, 416 pp., $26.95
AT THIRTEEN, living in Marin County, California, I worshipped Chet Baker, the trumpet star of "West Coast" jazz. I also idolized the saxophonists Gerry Mulligan, Stan Getz, and Lee Konitz, a sax star I saw repeatedly in an obscure restaurant where underage kids were admitted.
The dissonant life and times of Charlie Mingus.May 6, 2002, Vol. 7, No. 33 • By HARRY SIEGEL
Tonight at Noon
A Love Story
by Sue Graham Mingus
Pantheon Books, 288 pp., $24
FOR MANY, the name Charlie Mingus conjures the image of a goatee-sporting, jive-talking jazz bassist and composer, a mixture of New York beatnik and Angry Black Man. Mingus was all of those things. He hung out with Allen Ginsberg and Timothy Leary, denounced the white race, and worked at moving past the cant and sentimentality of a racially defined identity.
Like Andre Agassi and Marky Mark before them, two would-be terrorists shaved their bodies.11:01 PM, Nov 7, 2001 • By DAVID SKINNER
"A DEGRADED SENSUALISM deprives this life of its grace and refinement; the next of its dignity and sanctity." Winston Churchill said this of peoples living under "Mohammedanism."
One wonders what the last lion might have said about the two suspected terrorists discovered on a train in Texas on September 12. Arrested by the FBI, the Muslims were carrying box cutters, $5,500 in cash, and copies of fake passports--in the photos of which the suspects appeared in various disguises including beards and glasses and whatnot.